After eating the berries
In the woods where I walked
I sat leaning against a tree
And in my delirium, talked
To the gnomes and elves
That were circling round me
Apparently they
Had been hiding in the tree
I inquired why the light
Was getting so dim
As I took my last breath
And became one of them
Yikes! An appropriate title.
One has to wonder where you got this poem… Did a little guy hand it to you in the woods?
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Hahahaha… Nope! As usual, I get a line in my head and start typing… The rest just pops out! I never know where it’s going… ;-)))
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Chortle!
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Buahahahaha…
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😀
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I like the fantasy and humour Kevin.
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Thank you! Sometimes… ;-)))
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Oh no!
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Nice!
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I liked your fantasy and simplicity of the poem.
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Thank you so much!
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Well, thank you! I wrote that with no idea where it was going, but it resonates more, now. Ha… ;-)))
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Pure awesomeness, Kevin. I love this. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Diana! ;-)))
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Lucky for me that my mother was very, very strict in her admonition to never, ever, ever eat the berries in the woods.
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Same here! Same here!
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I love this. 🙂
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Thank you, Richa! ;-)))
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